words, written or spoken or even if only whispered in the wind, live forever, becoming one with the mountains and the seas once constructed. no, my dear friend, words can never be destroyed. that's why our greatest care is called for in their creation....

Amazing isn't it how some people hide behind the falsehood of being 'Anonymous'? Do they lack the courage and conviction in being the entity that they are? I guess Stupidity always needs to be veiled.More so when one wants to 'sound intelligent'.

I did not quite get, why your name is The English August... Neither have I read the book but anyways, unlike scores of blogs out there which reflect the general spirit of the people, and in that glorifies the author's own, few are there, at least as popular as yours, which introspect and reflect upon ones individuality. This kind is often reckless, irresponsibly confessing, often miscommunication the probity of their psyche... Beautiful.

I say that to myself, all the time. It won't be seen, but I have to give it up to the universe so it can float away from me and into something else. But sometimes it comes back. Just because it isn't seen then, doesn't mean it can't be later.

The words u hide and the words i write may or may not be connected..but since no one saw them..and no one wud see mine so mayb that connection is lost too that cud have linked me to u..dont know ..who knows...no one

About Me

There is a magic in the air that permeates through the very soul of my existence. There is a stillness in the night that floods my senses beyond my imagination. There is a madness inside of me that overflows in everything that I create. There is a past behind me that is overcrowded with memories that drain me out.